Wake-up Call, The Next Day

The first part of my New Orleans trial activities provides some background to this. Briefly, after flirting the desk clerk provided a very personal wake up call. This next phase happened that afternoon. There are several parts to follow.

I made it to my trial team by noon. They had come in only a short time before to work on our witness preparation and general trial work. My associate was drafting several trial briefs on evidentiary issues we expected early in the week. No one was happy about working on a Saturday but it was trial and part of the job.

About 4 pm we were talking about having dinner ordered in when my client's GC called. His CEO had been playing golf that morning and providently an extra had subbed into their foursome, who happened to be the CEO of the Plaintiff. As the two CEO's were talking they realized that the suit was an issue impeding their business relationship. The GC's message was that the two CEOs had resolved the business issues, the suit was over, and to file a joint motion to dismiss with prejudice on Monday. She asked me to call the Plaintiff's counsel, who should have also received a call from their GC.

I excused myself from the team to put in the call. The Plaintiff's counsel confirmed he had also just received the call and had an associate working on the motion to dismiss, which we could review on Sunday. Assuming the text was acceptable, we agreed plaintiff's counsel would file it Monday morning and alert chambers so that the jury could be sent home. Out of the blue the trial was over.

I went back to the work room and gathered everyone to share the news. These moments are often melancholy, happy that it's over and you can go home, but also disappointing in not winning. I told everyone to take a vote - work packing up the office tonight and Sunday and go home Monday, or go have fun tonight on me, take Sunday off to see New Orleans, and pack up Monday. They all voted to enjoy the weekend. I told them no strip clubs and I would not bail them out of jail, but otherwise to have fun.

It was about 6 pm before I got back to the hotel. Roxy wasn't at the desk. Instead there was an attractive woman in her early 40s with jet black hair onto her shoulders. Blue eyes and black hair is always a super hot look, and she had it. Roxy was seated behind a desk off to the side. "Good evening, sir, can I help you?"

I noticed her name tag, which identified her as Sara, Hotel Manager. Sara was definitely a lot bustier than Roxy. "Yes, ah Sara, lovely hotel, sadly I need to cut short my stay." With that my peripheral vision caught Roxy turning her head.

"I'm in town for a trial that is now settling, and instead of checking out in about two weeks it will be Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest."

"I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Bonson, I know you were enjoying the DuPont's many benefits including some special services."

She caught me off guard by referring to my last name. Thoughts swirled, how did she know?

"You look puzzled sir, perhaps I could arrange a wake up call?" Roxy's head dropped. Sara continued, "Miss Bennett has provided that service in the past I believe."

By this point two sets of guests were piled up behind me. Sara asked another clerk to come over. "If you don't mind there is something I would like to show you," she said, gesturing for me to follow her down a side hall. "Miss Bennett, you too."

Unsure what was happening, I followed Sara down to the hotel offices, where she entered a conference room. The tv monitor on the wall was showing hotel security feeds. Sara closed the door behind us and said "Roxy please sit down. Mr. Bonson you can as well." She remained standing at the head of the conference table.

"Miss Bennett, you are aware of the DuPont's employee rules?"

"Yes Ms. Boudreaux." I love the names in New Orleans.

"And Miss Bennett you are aware that the DuPont's rules strictly forbid any socializing with hotel guests?"

"Yes Maam."

"Good. I can show you footage from this morning of you in a guest hallway after 11 am, hours after your shift ended. It shows you leaving Mr. Bonson's room. Do you need to see that?"

"No Maam." By now I was squirming a bit, unsure what this meant for the poor girl.

"What should an appropriate punishment be? Termination? It would be in line with hotel policy. Or is there something else that you would accept to stay employed?" Sara was quite stern in her tone.

"Maam?" Roxy replied quizzically, " I'm not sure what you mean."

"It's quite simple. If you wish to continue at the DuPont, there has to be some form of punishment for violating the rules. As the hotel manager I will decide what it is, and you have to accept it. Or the door is over there."

Roxy swallowed a few times. She glanced over at me. I was mainly focused on Sara. Sara's hackles were up as she enjoyed toying with her young employee. Her blue eyes had some fire in them.

"Come on Miss Bennett we don't have all day, I have a hotel to run."

"Mrs. Boudreaux, I need this job," Roxy pleaded. Hearing "Mrs" instead of Ms. as before I instinctively checked the left hand but didn't see a ring.

"If you want the job, then stand up and come down here," Sara commanded. Sara stood up from the rolling conference chair and moved over to a straight backed, armless chair without rollers that was closer to the monitor.

Roxy complied, moving to a couple feet in front of Sara, facing her. I was still seated at the table about six feet away. Roxy had on her work uniform, a dark blue, knee-length dress. Sara had on the same dress.

"Now raise that dress and bend over my lap."

"What?" Roxy stuttered. "I don't....."

"What don't you understand? You agreed to punishment or termination. If you prefer termination the door is over there. This is the second time I've had to say this. As Cowboy Mouth sings, choose before your choices fade away."

"She said I could be home by tomorrow," I responded quietly, almost under my breath. Sara looked over and nodded, as I had delivered the next line of the song.

Normally I would have commented further about one of my favorite New Orleans bands and songs but I didn't want to interrupt what was playing out. Roxy's shoulders were slumped, but she still lifted the hem of her dress up to her waistline. Seated behind Roxy I had a nice view of her petite bum with high cut white underwear.

Roxy bent over Sara's lap. "Put your hands on the floor to steady yourself," Sara commanded. As Roxy was trying to comply Sara gave her a hard smack on her ass. The force surprised me, and Roxy, as she gasped for air. Sara spanked her again, just as hard. "Do I have your attention Miss Bennett?"

"Yes Maam...." Roxy whimpered.

Sara gave her another swat. "Do you understand the DuPont's rules?" Another smack.

"Yes Maam."

Smack. "Good, guest rooms are strictly off limits for non-business activity." An extra hard smack, followed by three more.

Roxy's ass was bright red. "Now, go stand in the corner facing the wall, and keep your dress up like it is now." Roxy gingerly complied.

"Now Mr. Bonson, I'm sorry you had to see that but we cannot have staff at a hotel like the DuPont breaking clear rules. There is one more thing though."

"What's that," I replied, in disbelief as to what I had just witnessed.

"Clearly there was a failure in training and supervision at the DuPont, and for that someone needs to be punished." Sara stood up facing me.

She lifted her dress up over her hips, exposing a more mature frame than young Roxy. She had no panties on. Glancing down I saw a small patch of dark hair. "I accept that fault." Sara said nothing more. My dick twitched.

Since Sara wanted punishment, it seemed like the proper thing to administer it. Standing up I went over to the hard backed chair and sat down. "Mrs. Boudreaux, you have failed to properly train your staff at a quality hotel like the DuPont. Bend over and accept your due."

Sara complied. Her nicely rounded bottom lay across my lap. Her flowery perfume mixed with another scent. She was enjoying this, a lot, and I hadn't even started. Smack down on her right cheek elicited no response. So I spanked a second and a third, firmly but not violently. The third swat yielded a gasp from Sara.

Her right cheek was a little red so I switched to her left for the next three. Sara was breathing heavier now, and she pushed her bum up to receive the swat. Generally spanking was not part of my sexual repertoire but I was enjoying this. My cock was hardening against Sara's belly, and I'm sure she could feel it as I continued to swat her very nice ass.

"Mrs. Boudreaux, you seem to be enjoying this," I said. Before she could respond my right hand was thrust between her legs, pushing them apart, and cupping her pussy lips. They were indeed as wet as I expected. Lacking underwear, she was exposed to my touch. Sara gasped again as my middle finger split her labia, pressing into the gap.

"Ooooohhh" she moaned as my finger slipped out and now fully wet, began circling her clit. Sara's thighs clamped together on my hand.

"Mrs. Boudreaux, how can I punish you if your legs are together, spread them immediately!" Roxy's curiosity had gotten the better of her and she turned her head to look. Noticing, I saw Roxy's left hand still held her dress at her waist but she was furiously masturbating with her right hand inside her panties.

Sara spread her legs in response to my direction, which allowed me to circle my fingers around her clit. She was soaked.

"Mrs. Boudreaux, that is enough punishment for poor training and supervision but I think there was another failing that you failed to disclose to me." I pushed two fingers into her. She gasped again.

"No sir," she pleaded, "we always follow policy here."

"I don't think so. In addition to training about guest rooms the hotel has a strict uniform code, correct?" My fingers were now pushing in and out of her cunt, and beads of sweat were forming on Sara's neck.

"Yes sir, Mr. Bonson."

"As I thought." My hand went back to circling Sara's clit. She moaned when switched. "Were you not on the job without proper undergarments? That policy surely includes provisions for undergarments, you don't want staff dressing inappropriately under these fine uniforms.

"Yes that is correct."

"I believe that deserves its own and further punishment."

I don't know if Sara realized where I was going. "So, what you need to do next is get up from my lap and bend over the table so that I can punish you further. Keep your dress up too."

Sara didn't look at me. She complied, stepping over to the table and bending over it, bracing her body with one hand while holding her dress at the waist with her other. Sara had lovely hips, maybe a 36 over a 26 waist, very nicely shaped.

I stood up and shed my slacks and underwear, then my shirt. Stepping over to Sara I took my now hardened cock and began to run the head up and down her wet slit. "Oh please stick that in me, I need that punishment." She shifted backward to trap it. I pushed forward and buried it to the hilt.

Sara groaned. "Oh fuck that feels good". Aware of her reddened butt I took it easy and began slowly pumping in and out.

Suddenly Roxy cried from the corner, "Ahhhh my God!" Looking over I could see her torso shaking. Sara's head turned to watch as well. She could obviously hear what she could not see, and that took her over the brink. Roxy almost lost her balance as she leaned forward against the wall, but still held her dress up. Her orgasm rippled through her body until it petered out.

"Miss Bennett, come over here," I said. She stepped over, a little glassy eyed.

"Miss Bennett, you didn't catch Mrs. Boudreaux's failure either. I need you to help with her punishment. First, unzip her dress and pull it over her head. We need to not damage the Du Pont's uniforms."

Roxy did what she was told, unzipping Sara's dress then stepping to the other side of the conference table to pull it over Sara's head. "And yours too, we don't want to damage it."

I was really enjoying fucking Sara. She had a very nice figure, mature, at a good weight rather than a skinny young Minnie. Holding her hips I was able to guide my cock in and out of her slippery channel. Sara's black hair was offset by tanned shoulders. Her legs were just long enough to be bent over the table and aligned well with my cock. Her black bra was still on, with a narrow cross strap and one of each shoulder. The bra added to the sexiness, nothing better than partially clothed fucking.

When I looked back up Roxy had laid her dress over a chair back and was placing her bra and panties on top of it. "Good girl" I thought, didn't even have to ask her to do it.

"Well done Miss Bennett, now crawl under the table and give Mrs. Boudreaux's pussy proper attention." I pulled Sara back about 18", leaving her elbows and forearms on the table, while opening access from below as her legs were now spread further apart. I had no idea whether Roxy would do that but figured in the moment she probably would. Roxy again complied, ducking under the table. I could see her hands wrap around Sara's thighs. I couldn't see the rest of her but could hear slurping sounds. Sara began to moan louder as Roxy nibbled on her clit. Roxy also began to play with my balls.

"Mrs. Boudreaux, after today you will have to consider Miss Bennett's skills in working under you."

"Fuck yes," Sara spurted out between moans, "this is a talented employee, and also too, I would be on your staff anytime." I appreciated the humor, she had a great personality. Given that I was pounding away at her pussy from behind, enjoying the view, also helped. "I think I'm going to cum" she said.

Thrusting harder, I said "this is punishment you deserve." With that I slapped her right cheek. I think it both startled and triggered Sara.

"Ohhhhhhh" was all Sara said as I spanked her again. "Yes, spank my naughty ass." I gave her two or three more swats before Sara's knees buckled for just a moment.

Her torso tightened as her orgasm hit. Sara dropped her head to the table as her hips bucked against by cock. Holding her hips as best I could I held my cock inside her. Sara's pussy was gripping my shaft as her abdomen rippled with the waves of pleasure.

Sara's pussy took me over the edge at that point. The sight of her beautiful hair, back and ass in front of me was too much. My balls tightened. Roxy suddenly shifted from Sara's clit and started to suck them, then pushed a finger in my ass.

Before I could even think or react my own orgasm exploded in my balls and brain. I almost blacked out as the blood rushed around my body, and I barely felt my cock emptying its fluids into Sara's tightness. Light flashed in my eyes as they rolled up and I was momentarily shaken by the neurological activity.

After a few seconds my senses returned and I realized that my cock was still pulsing inside Sara. Sara's own orgasm had subsided and she was now resting her upper body on the table, spent.

Stepping back I pulled out of Sara, and took in a pungent mixture of our juices. Roxy. to her credit, reached around Sara and pulled me to the side. She then came forward on her knees and began to clean off my cock, which had softened and hanging against my ball sack. Roxy delicately licked our mixed cum from the shaft, holding it and sucking the head and any cum that had not appeared, then pivoted on her knees. I could see my load leaking out from between Sara's lips. Roxy quickly started slurping it up with her nose buried in Sara's ass.

I watched the two women - Sara bent over the table and Roxy kneeling behind her -- and was contemplating taking another go at it when Sara straightened up.

Sara shook her hair and resumed a position of authority. "Thank you Miss Bennett, that is enough, for now." Sara grabbed her dress (having no panties and with her bra still on) and we all started to put our scattered clothes on. Roxy was slower as she had to get off the floor, and it struck me that while she had been spanked and diddled herself to an orgasm Roxy had not gotten much attention from either me and Sara.

I dressed quickly and helped Sara with her zipper. Her makeup was a little smudged and she glistened a bit but she was a very attractive woman. I'm not sure whether I had seen her during my time at the Du Pont but it is someone I would have noticed.

She looked over at Roxy. "Miss Bennett, I have a hotel to run and need to check the desk status. I hope the DuPont's standards for customer service are now more familiar to you."

Roxy smiled. "Yes Mrs. Boudreaux, that was quite the lesson." She smirked as she said it.

"Mr. Bonson, I hope that the DuPont staff has properly apologized for our errors. I need to get back to work, but you have been through a lot and I would like Miss Bennett to assist you back to your room. She might need additional training from a customer perspective." Sara smiled, "now run along you two I have work to do. [and we did go up to my room where I did take care of Roxy for most of the night].

As she opened the conference room door to leave, Sara turned for a moment. "You know, Cowboy Mouth is playing in a few weeks at Tipitina's, if you happen to be in town. I could see what our schedules look like to ensure proper service."

So, a few weeks later I took a proper vacation in New Orleans for some live music and a nice hotel stay in an upgraded suite with lots of personal service.